Last time: We got out of Torigoth, leaving Rhod's parents in the hands of the army, and the boat got jumped on by a Krabble.

"Attack!" Called Nim.

Rhod stepped away uncertainly, holding up his fists. "Where are my weapons!? Nim, what did you do with the-" He suddenly felt an instinctive need to throw his hands in the air. Like he just didn't care.

Two knuckle claws landed on his hands, fitting to his size.

"Oh. Alright..." Rhod dropped into a fighting stance. "Do I just attack?"

"Yes! I'll protect you!" Encouraged Nim.

Rhod ran forwards, as prongs of ether extended from the bottoms of his gloves. "Take... this!" He punched the Krabble hard, sending it skidding across the deck, and it retaliated with a claw that crashed against Rhod and would have gutted him if he weren't protected by ether.

He flinched and backed off anyways, trying to be wary. "How do I use arts?"

"Just shout the name! Uh, once they're charged!"

"I don't know their names! What do you mean charged?!" Retorted Rhod, and he ducked under another swipe. "Ha! Ya missed, you codswalloping spud!"

"I can still help with my arts! Try this: Eagle Eye!"

Rhod blinked. Suddenly his vision seemed sharper, and he could easily pick out weak points on his enemy. He swung into an upper jab, and then stabbed with his left, driving one of the prongs into a weak point. He took another hit on hit shoulder, and he realised his barrier was weakening.

He had an idea of what to do. He got his right hand close to his chest, ready to fling it out. He could see the Krabble using it's posture to guard itself from harm, so if he could break that posture...

He'd need a hard punch which transferred lots of force. Rhod took a breath, and shouted the first thing to come to mind. "Throughput Straight!" He slugged with his fist, and mid-flight it glowed with ether energy, before impacting the Krabble and sending it staggering a bit.

Rhod booted it over, shouted "You're finished!", And drove his fist down onto the Krabble's face. There was a small splatter of blue blood, that was thankfully kept off Rhod's clothes, and the Krabble stopped moving. "Rhod one, Krabble zero."

"You did great! I think!"

"Uh, how do I take these things off?" Rhod held up his hands. They still had the knuckle claws. They suddenly expanded a touch, becoming easy to slip off. "Oh."

It was smooth sailing from there out. Rhod tried to have a few conversations, but just couldn't really think of anything- Nim had only existed for three days, so they didn't have any shared experiences Rhod wanted to talk about.

Rhod eventually looked out over the cloud sea. "I'm a poor driver, at least right now."

"Huh?"

"I mean, I'm not trying to be a douche to you or anything, but I literally have no idea how blades work and do any of the things they're meant to do." Admitted Rhod.

"Hehe. I guessed."

"Titan on the horizon!" Called the captain. "Ten minutes out. If you have any belongings, gather them."

Rhod shook his head. "I'm wearing everything I own." He jogged over to the front of the ship, hoping to get his first view of Indol.

The titan was gliding through the clouds, and even here, as far as his eyes could see, the differences to his home were plain as day. Foresting was sparse at best, and there were glints of gold or maybe brass on the spires of buildings. The place as a whole was under a light colour scheme.

"Nice place... Seems a bit too fancy for me, even." Rhod was suddenly incredibly conscious of his clothing. And then realised that regardless of how he looked, Nim was practically... "Hey, do you want to buy a shirt? I don't... I don't know if I can walk around the religious centre of Alrest with... with... uhh... You know."

"No! Shirts are evil! The cloak was bad enough! And- Oh hey, the titan!"

The boat swam in without a hint of trouble. Now that they were closer, Rhod could see the city of Indol. It was very... it was pretty, and it was grand, but it wasn't overstated. "Okay, so we need to find the driver registration. Everything else can wait."

"You know, there's something weird about that titan. I wonder what."

"How would you know that? You're like a day old. When could you have learned about titans?"

Nim shrugged. "Just doesn't seem natural, the way those bits of wings jut out there. Look, can you see it?" She pointed.

"No, not really."

The boat docked. Immediately, a guard in white-gold robes was walking over. The captain lowered a boarding plank, and Rhod got off as the guard ignored him, and went along the pier, blade in tow.

"This place is weird..." Said Nim.

Rhod looked around. "Driver registration. Come on."

They wandered into the docks. If you could call them docks. Rhod remembered a little of what he'd learned in geography. Indol as a city was mostly arranged around this little area. It didn't have the population of Torigoth, nor the high trade of Uraya or technological appeal of Mor Ardain. Unless you were a driver, or looking to obtain a safe core crystal to use, then... there wasn't much reason to come here.

None of that knowledge was helping someone who'd never been off his titan navigate an unfamiliar city.

"Hey, is navigation a blade skill?" Said Rhod awkwardly.

"Nope. Hey, Kit? Which way should we go?"

"Are you..." Rhod watched the small blue creature make a strange yip. "Are we really just going to put our trust in a tiny shoulder phonex?"

"Kit says go up the stairs."

Rhod went up the stairs. He felt incredibly judged, even as the indoline people went about their daily routines without batting an eyelid at him. They reached the top of the first flight of stairs, and Rhod could only look at the next four flights. "Okay, who... who in their right mind puts this many redundant, knee-busting stairs in such a tiny city?!"

He climbed the next flight, and came out in a market. Rhod got hit with just a little culture shock, as the vendors weren't calling out to try and get your attention, nor were they displaying the stock in front of them, holding everything on elaborate shelves behind them.

"Hey! Sunny, could you not?!"

Rhod spun to see Nim reaching behind her to push back one of her phonexes, that was trying to reach over and grab a piece of meat from a stand.

A mildly uncomfortable thought crossed Rhod's mind. "...Are they attached to you?"

"Huh?"

"The phonexes."

"I have no idea!" Said Nim cheerfully.

"...Right. Anyway, I've only got like... 300 gold left, so let's not buy anything we don't absolutely need. In fact... Architect, I hope I don't starve here. Hopefully someone will be willing to let a stranger earn a spot of gold..." He looked at the sanctum, at the top of the stairs. "Okay, now that I see that- that's probably where we can register. Come on. Maybe someone inside can give us some advice, too."

He went up one lot of stairs. And another. And another. He was physically fit, but there is a limit to how many stairs you want to just power through. No wonder he hadn't seen a single overweight indoline...

He looked around the atrium he'd just entered, immediately at the top of the stairs. A choir was singing in the middle of the area. Best not to interrupt that...

They walked around the edge of the room slowly, trying to spot someone who looked like they could help. He spotted a pair of guards at the far end of the room, by a giant archway. Rhod walked over. "Hello?"

"Hello there. Do you seek to enter the Great Creation Cloister?" Said a guard.

"The what?" Rhod blanked. "What's a 'Cloister?'"

The guard wasn't angered. "Are you perhaps lost?"

"...Yes. Do you know where I can register as a driver?"

"Ah." The guard suddenly tapped the butt of his poleaxe on the floor once. Another guard appeared. "Please escort the driver to the registry."

"Yes sir. Please, follow me."

Rhod walked after the guard.

Nim tapped his shoulder. "Something feels weird."

"Nim, you say that a lot."

"Aw. It's just the ether here..."

They arrived in front of a small building. The guard knocked the door once, and it opened. He stood to one side and gestured for Rhod to go in.

Rhod walked into the small room. it was simple stone, and seemed to be designed to be sturdy. Perhaps to make sure it didn't get damaged by any blades? He'd heard stories of some that were naturally on fire... although he'd never seen one. "Hey? Anyone there?"

"Ah, a new driver." Someone stepped out from a side room, holding a stack of papers. "The man who normally does the registry is off sick, so please, allow me."

Rhod noticed just two things about the girl who'd greeted them. One, she was a blade. Two, she didn't seem to have any problem wearing normal clothes. "Nim, I've found someone I want you to learn something from." Said Rhod automatically.

"Huh?" Nim peered around him. "Why? ...Oh. You jerk."

"I am Fan La Norne. You'll probably see me around the city quite a lot." Fan opened a book. "So then, where are you from?"

"Gormott."

"Okay..." Fan scribbled something in the book. "I'll have someone check with the consul there that you do exist, and you'll be registered."

"That could take-"

"It's okay, we penalise how many core crystals we give to organisations that don't respond in good time." Smiled Fan. "We take our records very seriously- if powerful blades fell into the wrong hands it could be a disaster." She shut the book. "Please remain in Indol for a week, until your registry is complete. There's an inn near the base of the stairs if you don't have anywhere to stay.

"Uh, lady Norne... I don't have nearly enough money to live here for a week."

"Oh?"

"I have like 300 gold. Is there any way to earn money here? I kind of want to avoid starving, is all."

Fan smiled. "I know what to do. We offer a week's free tuition to new drivers without a military attachment, to help train our own forces, including some free meals. You're not with any army?"

"No. Free tuition... you know, before I awakened my blade, I was going to come here and study chemistry."

"You won't be learning in a classroom. Your gold should be enough to stay in the inn just for tonight, and then first thing tomorrow, come to the rear gate of the city. I need to leave now, sorry. I'm just trying to put together some information."

"Understood. I'll be sure to attend."

The rest of the day seemed to be a blur of trying to just navigate the city. It had already been evening by the time they'd arrived, and dusk was falling fast.

Rhod found the inn, and watched ships come and go in the port. He didn't want to complain, but he was getting a bit hungry. Still, he went to bed, and fell asleep without even a hint of trouble. It had been a long day.

Elsewhere

"So, you're sure about this?"

"Have I ever not been? These will be invaluable assets, Malos. I've planned the scene down to the last arrow." Assured a man in blue- Akhos. "They'll never know I was there."

"What about the new recruit?" Asked somebody else, dressed entirely in white. "Can she be trusted?"

"Not yet. Patroka will watch her for the time being. Have you any word on the location of our ultimate goal?"

"Mikhail still needs to find out exactly where Addam left her. It'll take him a few weeks to locate the ship at best." Explained Malos. "Akhos, if you have faith in your plan, then go ahead. But if you die, it's on your head."

"It's far too early in my play to kill off a main character." Chuckled Akhos, gesturing to himself. "I'll return in a few days."

Rhod tossed and turned in his bed. "No... run..."

He didn't know it at the moment, but he was having a nightmare. What was in it was a mystery for the moment, but it was a safe bet that Rotbart was involved.

His eyes snapped open. "Liam?" He realised instantly where he was.

He looked around he room. Nim was sleeping in the corner. His bedsheets were mostly pushed off the bed.

Now that he thought about it, just why was Nim sleeping in the corner? He'd only had enough money for the tiniest room, but there was always the other side of the bed.

Actually, maybe it was for the best. Or Rhod could have slept on the floor.

He lay down, and tried to get back to sleep. "Titan's foot, what did I do to deserve getting less sleep right before a day when I'm going to need to pay attention?"

It was early morning as they arrived to the rear gates of the city. Rhod didn't feel nearly as tired as he expected, either from nervousness or excitement. He hadn't expected this, but given that he had next to no idea what he was doing when it came to actually making use of his blade, it was more than welcome.

"Nim, this is the right place, isn't it?"

"I think so?"

"How reassuring." Rhod looked around. "There should be some other drivers around, right?"

"Here comes someone!"

"Ah, good." Rhod looked over, seeing several people approach. "Wow, there's actually quite a few of them."

A small group of drivers were walking over neatly, in double file. All wearing indoline clothing, in that signature gold and white. Their blades followed behind in the same pattern.

They stopped in front of Rhod. "Um, hey. Morning."

"Are you our teacher for the day?"

Rhod shook his head. "I'm just joining."

"I see... Oh, you have a rare blade. They'll serve you well." Commented the foremost indoline.

"What are we going to do today? Any idea?"

"I hope we can go and explore the wilds on the titan!" Blurted Nim. "They're right there, look!"

A woman stepped forwards. She seemed to be in her twenties. If the giant shield-hammer and stern expression on her face were anything to go by, she was ever so slightly tougher than old boots made of steel. Complete with golden hair. She took out a scroll. "We shall be covering the usage of field skills today. New recruit, what is your name?"

"I'm Rhod."

"I am Maria. His eminence, Praetor Amalthus, decrees that the drivers who are taught in this holy land should seek to ensure they uphold each other's best practices in spirit and flesh. I will serve as your guide for today, as I'm only here to refresh myself."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Hey, hey? Can we explore the rest of the titan? I can't wait to see what's around there!" Called Nim.

Maria forwned. "You'd do well to keep your blade in order. But yes, we will venture outside the city for practical demonstrations. Perhaps you'd care to meet my blade, Sanzang. He'll teach you discipline before the day's done."

A blade walked forwards out of the small group of waiting indoline and blades. He seemed fairly generic. "I'm here to serve my driver. It seems you have a lot of learning to do." He bowed shortly, and stepped to slightly behind Maria.

"I'm Nim! I really like nature, and I want to protect it!"

Maria folded her arms. "The tutor will arrive in a moment. Be sure to address him correctly as Sir, Rhod."

"Yeah, okay." Rhod said, before whispering under his breath. "No need to get stuck up about it..."

Maria marched over. "Don't think I didn't hear that. It's the duty of any self-respecting monk to have senses as sharp as possible."

Rhod bit his lip. "Aw crap."

Rhod was hanging onto every word as much as possible as the teacher explained how to use field skills. He'd never known there were quite so many.

"Now, aside from the elemental masteries, there are skills that relate to use of power- these however, are quite rare finds, only on unique blades and not all of them. And skills best described as gathering skills. You there, Gormotti boy, Rhod, was it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Bring your blade to the front."

Rhod stood up, and took Nim up to the front of the gathered class.

"Now, you can check what kinds of skills a blade has by asking them to focus. This will tell you all you need to know about a blade, core chip, abilities, and skills- but only skills that you have unlocked or are imminently within your grasp." The teacher turned to Nim. "If you concentrate, you'll be able to see exactly what you can do. The names of all your abilities, everything. Today, list me your field skills."

"Alright... " Nim closed her eyes. "I have... Earth mastery, ichthyology, and phonex linguistics."

Rhod looked at her in confusion. "Phonex linguistics?"

The teacher nodded. "Most unique blades have a personal field skill, exclusive to them. The use tends to be limited to very specific situations."

"I see."

"Okay, your lesson today is quite simple. there are many things you can do in this area that will make use of skills, so everyone, try using them on small objects and report back to me in half an hour."

Rhod walked off. "So... by the sound of things, you can manipulate the soil?"

"It's the power to use nature! Me alright!" Nim looked at the floor. "So... I can call on it to just..." She raised a hand.

A tiny mound of dirt rose up from the grass. "Neat." Said Rhod. "Although I have no idea what you'd do with that. Are we just going to... I dunno, magically till a field? Or is farming too anti-nature?"

"Farming is good! I want to protect nature, after all! And that means you don't need to risk damaging it if you're self-sufficient!"

"Good point. Okay. So that's a blade's power. So what about Ichthyology, and phonex linguistics?"

Nim looked around. "Oh, I see a stream over there! Follow me, come on!" She took off, Rhod scrambling to try and keep up. She looked at the water.

"So, how does this... ichthyology thing even work?" Said Rhod. "Because I don't see how you can catch a fish without a fishing pole- OH. Oh sweet flying titans, how did you DO that?!"

Nim was holding a fish she'd literally picked out of the water. "Easy!"

Rhod looked at the wriggling fish with his mouth wide open. "I... what..."

"You're not so fond of fish?"

"No, they're my favourite food. Just... how... Okay, you blew my mind today." Rhod looked around. "Hey, this could feed us! Okay, you have gotta teach me how to do that."

"Watch." Nim knelt by the stream, and waited for a few moments. She grabbed and missed. "...Aw."

"Try again, we both know you can do this."

Nim swiped another fish out of the stream. "Tadaa!"

"How does that WORK?! You can't just catch fish with your bare hands, they're way too slippery!"

"Nature provides!" said Nim. "Hey, do we have anywhere to keep these? You can eat them raw, but they won't keep very well, and we shouldn't take more than we need."

"No. Wait, you can eat them raw? That sounds kind of disgusting but I'll try them. Maybe it'll inspire a new insult."

There was a call from the teacher.

"Oh, I'd better put these back." Nim tossed the two fish into the stream. "We'll catch you later."

"Now, while your basic field skills alone are not too useful, when combined with other skills they can achieve some very noteworthy results." The lecturer gestured to the floor. "While for the best effects you may need rare skills like Fortitude or Focus, with simple masteries you can still make things happen. If, for example, we have roughly four earth Blades hold this sand in the air, and three fire blades melt it, we could create a glass structure, such as a bridge. The size and strength of such a structure is theoretically unlimited, but in practice you may have problems focusing the power of more than a dozen blades safely. Please get into groups of elements, and try using some combined field skills."

"Any other earth users around here?" Rhod looked around. "Oh no."

Maria was marching over. "Sanzang is a fire Blade. If we work together, we may be able to create a glass bridge as told."

"I'm... sure, we'll try it. Nim?"

"Ready."

"Clear the area. Watch and learn, everyone." Maria hustled a few people away from the sandy patch. "Nim, you initiate. Sanzang, follow up with your skills."

"Nature, lend me your strength!" Nim lifted up a hand.

Sanzang snapped his fingers. "Burning now."

A small bit of sand lifted up, and briefly flickered with flames, before dropping down, hot but not melted.

"...What? What did we do wrong?" Said Rhod.

"Not enough elemental mastery. You couldn't hold the sand in place long enough, you couldn't supply enough power." Maria pointed at each of the blades. "Maybe with more training?"

"They did their best." Said Rhod indignantly.

"Say what you will."

Class finished for the day shortly after. Rhod was left alone in the open fields of Indol. There were some small farms near the city, and then wilderness. It was hard to colonise areas infested with monsters, after all.

Rhod headed out to do some exploring. And fishing.

It wasn't long before they'd followed the river upstream a little, eventually finding another, faster river. The wilds of Indol were fairly restrained, somewhat sandy and dotted with small, thin trees. The odd volff roamed around brazenly, and there were some unsettling bird in the sky, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the areas around Gormott.

Rhod was cheering as Nim caught fish. "That's two!"

"This is enough. It's not good to take more than you need. Can you pass me one of my weapons? I know how to make a fish safe."

Rhod grabbed one of the knuckle claws from his hip. "Are you telling me these things only have spikes on the bottom so you can gut a fish?"

"I didn't design them." Nim easily turned the weapon on and sliced the fish open, removing a few parts and cutting away some others. "You can just eat what's there off the bone. It's safe!"

"If you say so..." Rhod took a bite. "Huh. Not bad, really. How long did it take you to learn that?"

"Um."

"Oh yeah, born with it. Forgot you were a blade for a second."

They sat down to eat. A profound silence fell.

Something moved in the distance. "Is that a monster?" Said Rhod, suddenly aware.

"I don't smell anything. Hey! Sunny!" Rhod looked over to see the orange phonex chomping down on half a fish.

"Well, I guess he's got to eat too."

"No he doesn't! I can give him ether. That was my fish, Sunny."

"Wait... do you need to eat?"

"Yes. But I can use ether to fuel myself a lot. Food is just... you know, nicer than air."

"Fair enough."

"Greetings there."

"Uwah!" Rhod spun. The person he'd seen in the distance was near now, clad in blue. "Scared me there."

"Apologies. I was simply looking for some directions." Said the man in blue. "I'm searching for a temple. It's supposed to reside in the heart of these woods. Poetic, wouldn't you agree?"

"Uh... Well, if you go that way then move downstream you'll reach the city. I'm not from around here."

"Something's weird about this guy..." Said Nim.

"Oh, this is your blade?" Asked Akhos.

Rhod nodded. "She's been a great help ever since she awakened. Although she does seem to call way too many things out for being weird."

"I'll be on my way. I hope you can be the driver your blade deserves." Akhos turned and walked off.

"Who was that guy?" Said Rhod. "I didn't get his name..."

"He seemed pretty nice! But there was something about him..." Nim tapped her chin. "Ah well. Do we have enough gold to book a room at the inn? Nature isn't always kind when you sleep in it!"

Rhod shook his head. "We're flat broke. Maybe we should head to the city anyway?"

"Really?"

"Well, I don't want to live on raw fish forever. I at least want to cook them. And maybe I can find a way to earn some gold?"

Rhod was exploring around the city when he saw someone. A fellow Gormotti. He didn't even stop to hesitate before walking over. "Hey there. Nice to see another guy from home."

They turned. "Oh? ...You're not with the rest of us."

"Hm? There are more of you?"

The person he'd talked to turned. "We don't want anything to do with drivers, thanks."

"H-hey? What did I do?"

It was too late. They were gone.

"You did nothing wrong." The voice that said that was unfamiliar entirely. A gentle voice. Rhod looked behind him to see someone he'd never expected to lay eyes upon.

"P-praetor Amalthus..? Um, your excellency!" Rhod bowed. "Nim, bow, quick." He whispered.

"Who's this guy?" Said Nim. "Smells like ether."

Amalthus turned just the very barest hint of a smile. "It is my duty to check on my city from time to time. If you wish the world to be a certain way, then it is your job to make it so."

Rhod looked up. "Please forgive me, your excellency. I didn't mean to upset your people."

"As I said before, you have done nothing wrong. We harbor refugees from some places in Alrest, specifically those that have suffered because of my choice to dole out core crystals. The refugees here have all lost their homes to blades." Explained Amalthus.

"I understand, your excellency. I will be more careful towards them in the future." Said Rhod.

Amalthus nodded. "Your respect is appreciated. I don't have the time to talk to each person individually, so I must be on my way."

"Farewell, your excellency." Rhod bowed again. Amalthus walked off. Rhod watched him turn a corner. "Oh, by my own bloodshot heart, Nim, you did NOT just do that."

"Do what?"

"That guy is literally... okay, so you know Mor Ardain? Well if he made a threat to Mor Ardain that was reasonable, then they WOULD bend to it. He's a hero of the aegis war, he can make a core crystal safe to use for anyone with even a hint of potential, and he's the oldest person alive. You kind of HAVE to bow at that. And you just said he smelled weird! You didn't even call him by his title!" Rhod said, nearly grabbing his blade.

"Neither did you." Said someone Rhod recognised much faster.

"What? Hey Maria. Look, I'm sorry if my blade did anything wrong, but-"

"He's 'Your eminence', not 'Your excellency'." Said Maria sternly. "And if you'd disrespected him just one syllable further I'd have to take an oath of nonviolence to stop myself."

"Hey, I tried." Said Rhod. "What do you expect from me?"

"To keep your blade from insulting his eminence!" Yelled Maria.

"Lay off my driver!" Started Nim, pushing Rhod out of the way.

Sanzang immediately stepped in front of Maria. "Stand down."

Nim looked like she was half a second away from punching someone.

"Excuse me." Said a new voice. Rhod turned.

"Fan?"

"Excuse. Me." Said Fan, to the two blades glaring daggers at each other. "Don't make me restrain you! I will not have fighting in the city!" She held her staff in front of her for a second, as if she were about to cast a spell.

Sanzang stepped back. "Apologies, Lady Fan."

Nim looked at Fan. "But-"

"Come on, Nim. We're not going to punch someone over a few words." Rhod said awkwardly. "Come on, please don't make a scene here."

"Alright..." Nim relented. "Sorry, miss Fan."

Fan la Norne smiled. "Maria, his eminence would understand if somebody who hasn't been here before, and did not expect to meet him, did not know the proper formality."

"...It is true." Said Maria, dipping her head. "That was untoward of me, Rhod."

"Wow. You apologise easily." Said Rhod.

"I must catch up to his eminence, for now." Fan turned and ran off.

"..." Maria took a breath. "You don't realise just how lucky you are."

"Oh come on, you're really making threats now? I thought you were loyal to the whole 'don't fight' thing the praetorium has!"

"No, I mean that sincerely." Said Maria. "To meet both his eminence and the goddess of the praetorium in a matter of minutes... few can claim that."

"Yeah... Hey, Maria. Quick question, is there anywhere I can earn gold in this city? Because I'm kind of..."

Maria shook her head. "The refugees do most of the work you might be able to do for a reward."

Rhod clenched his teeth. "Oh dear."

"You're out of money?"

"...Yes." Admitted Rhod. "Do you guys have rules about sleeping in the street? It was a bit of a problem in Torigoth and they started arresting people for sleeping in stupid places before they could get the other half of the residential zone set up."

"It would be better if you just went and rested in the refugee camp."

"But my blade... I can't just leave her to wander the streets!"

"Then sleep outside." Said Maria, before turning and leaving.

Author's notes: I always wanted to explore the Indoline titan a bit. There's got to be more there than just a city, right? I also drew Rhod, and set the drawing as the picture for the story. Potato camera coming through for me, aw yeah.

Oh, and by the way- I really love Morag as a character, she's honestly my favorite chracter, but I couldn't make reasonable Gormotti OC that would like her because of the general resent towards Mor Ardain. Don't be upset that I had Rhod insult her after she put in hard work to make things better.

Some more character notes now:

Rhod's liked types of item: Fish, Games

Favourite items: Torigonda, Frozen Odifa

Nim's liked types of item (Same as game): Fish, Instruments

Favourite items: Don't Feed The Armu, Tricolour bowl.